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This is the last straw.

I refuse to put up with it.

You can't force me.

[glass breaking]

It's not fair.

It's just not fair.

You have humiliated
me in the press.

Billionaire dismisses wife's
servants as divorce escalates.

Erica, this is business.

If you contest the prenuptial,
you can't expect cooperation.

Cooperation is one thing, but
is decency too much to expect?

You're a lawyer right down to
the bone, aren't you, Tully.

Ronald has every right to seek
what's in his best interests.

Then I have every right
to seek what's in mine.

Say what's on
your mind, Erica.

Forget the
prenuptial agreement.

I want what's fair,
and if I don't get it,

I'm instructing my
lawyers to do everything

they have to do to tie
up every dime you've got.

You won't be able
to buy anything.

You won't be able
to sell anything.

You'll be lucky if you
can even cash a check.

Won't do much for your
big time real estate deal

with the Japanese, will it?

And considering your
present financial condition,

it'll just about ruin
you, wouldn't you say?

You can't extort money
from me like that, Erica.

Then I will see you in court.

You wait for me here, oui?

She was nothing but a two
bit, no talent TV actress

before she met me.

I'll bury her.

If she goes to court,
we are dead, Ronald.

Dead.

The Japanese won't come
near us if they smell

even a hint of litigation.

She's not going into court.

How can you be so sure?

There's a billion and a
half dollars on the table.

For that much
money, I'm not going

to let anybody screw it up.

Oh, hello.

No, no press.

No, no, not press.

I'm here to take pictures
for the realty company.

Mr. Bunch, let me
give you my card.

You might want it for one of
your parties or something.

Oh, would you give
this to Mr. Bun--

he would probably want--

there are bigger fish
in the ocean than you,

although I don't
know who they are.

Oh, the door was open.

I hope you don't mind.

I'm the photographer.

Click click.

You know, I'm really
not in the mood today.

Could you come back tomorrow?

Oh, um, do you mind?

You know, it is--

it's really a shame the way this
man is treating you, you know?

You should break more
than his photograph.

I was just about
to have some tea.

Would you care to join me?

I would love to join you.

It's swallows.

Look, the swallows
are [inaudible]..

They're getting
their morning worm.

Isn't the air wonderful?

Don't you just want to breathe?

Breathe very deeply
from your diaphragm.

Doesn't it feel good?

You know, it's
barely 6 o'clock,

she'll probably
call the cops on us.

Wayne, true art
knows no limit.

Even though we use it to sell
real estate, but the light,

the light when it's so
perfect in the early morning,

don't you think?

I'm going to get us
some coffee and donuts.

Well, just load
the film for me.

This will not take long.

Wayne.

Wayne.

[theme music]

RITA (VOICEOVER): As a
rule, a man with money

figures it's his and his
alone, until he marries,

and then it's half
his and half hers.

But sometimes,
there is a contract,

a prenuptial before marriage.

That means if the marriage
hits the rocks, too bad,

she gets just what the prenup
says and not a penny more.

Unless she's got leverage or
nerve or both, and even then,

she can lose.

Sometimes she can lose big.

This is incredible.

What's up, Doc?

I envy any woman who
can grow nails this long.

Like armor plate and natural.

Mine.

We won't even discuss mine
unless suffice it to say we

intone a pejorative.

Any doughnuts out there?

I didn't see any.

What have we got here, Doc?

Come on, Detective, you
can tell a crushed windpipe

when you see one, can't you?

I apologize but my x-ray
vision isn't working today.

So what is it?

Is it a frontal assault?

No, surprise from behind.

Do you like this color polish?

Could be darker.

You got a time of death?

6 o'clock, 5:30
maybe, educated guess.

Killer used an electric cord.

Weapon of opportunity.

Extension cord to what?

Anything electric.

You missed a spot.

What?

Oh.

Well, it's good to see
that you can make it there,

Detective.

You've been working
on your car again?

Here.
A little bit over here.

It was a minor problem really.

It was nothing.

Just fill me in, would you?

Sure.

Looks like there was
maybe one intruder,

but there's no prints.

Her drawers were emptied out,
the closet was ransacked,

and it looks like her
jewelry is missing.

Pro job?

Let's just say someone
went to a lot of trouble

to make us swallow burglary.

And you're not swallowing.

I didn't know it showed.

So what we got, a
little forced entry?

Yeah.

I got broken pane here on
the door and fresh scratches

on the lock.

It's very classic stuff.

Why don't you take
a look for yourself.

Wood trauma caused
by displaced glass

breaking outward.

Right.

Pointed ends of glass turned
inward caused by explosion

rather than implosion, so the
blow was struck from the inside

out, not the other way around.

I thought you said you
slept through that lecture?

I did.
I did.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Rita, who-- who found the body?

Solange.

What was Solange doing here?

If you listen to her
tell it, she and the victim

were best friends.

Best friends, huh?

Uh-huh.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Yeah, hello?

Where the hell have you been?

I've been calling you for hours.

I went fishing.

What's the matter?

What's the problem?

Erica has been murdered.

What?

I just wanted to talk, try
to work these things out.

Make her see that what she was
doing was bad for both of us.

Just reason with her,
but she was dead.

Have you talked to the police?

Hell, no.

I got a motive a mile
long and no alibi.

What about Leslie?

Look, we had a fight,
she went back to her house.

You got to help me out
of this thing, Gordon.

All right.

All right.

Now, look, was
anyone else there?

Was anyone there that
might have seen you?

Yes.

Yeah, but no.

That photographer from
the realty company,

she was there taking
pictures out back,

but she didn't see me.

At least, I don't
think she saw me.

What time was that?

6:00, I don't know,
maybe a little after.

What were you doing there
6 o'clock in the morning?

She's an early riser.

She was.

I thought she might
be more reasonable

if I approached her alone.

What the hell was the
photographer doing there?

I didn't stop to
ask her, Gordon.

What am I supposed to do here?

Nothing.

Don't do anything.

Look, I'll call you.

Where are you now?

You at your office or what?

No, I am in my car, and
I'm going to stay in my car

until I hear from you.

Chris.

Chris, it is so terrible.

It is such a tragedy.

I've never discovered
a dead body before.

Chris, what am I going to do?

And for it to be
someone I'm so close to.

Solange, one of the officers
said you were here yesterday.

Oui.

The house is being sold.

I came to take pictures
for the real estate agent

and to have tea with Erica.

Well, I understand
that Mr. Bunch

was here with his attorney.

Anybody else?

No.

I talked to them and
then I go inside.

What did you and
Miss Bunch talk about?

Chitchat.

Girl talk.

Solange, did she seem
upset about anything?

Was she worried?
Scared?

Well, she, of course, was
worried and upset about the way

her husband was treating her
in the divorce, but not scared.

She was very confident.

Confident.

Oui.

Can you tell me anything else?

I arranged to come
here again this morning

to take more pictures.

Sunrise here is so dramatic.

Thank you, Solange.

And then I left
because, Chris, I

had to make an appointment with
the editor of The Sentinel.

He wanted me to write an
exclusive on the Bunch

divorce from Erica's
point of view.

But I guess that
is gone as well.

Solange, I didn't know
that you were a writer.

Well, isn't everyone?

I was hoping to trade that story
for a weekly gossip column.

I desperately want to write.

Did he go for it?

He said their divorce
was a dead issue now.

Can you imagine such
a lack of creativity?

Well, I think he's right, and
now the real issue is murder.

But of course.

Well, of course,
I thought of that,

but I thought, no, I
can not take advantage

of someone else's misfortune.

After all, she was my friend.

It's just not my style.

You know, Solange,
I'm going to want

to see those photographs
you took this morning.

Oh, but of course.

I will have my new assistant
print copies for you.

How is Dwayne
working out anyway?

Wayne.

Wayne.

Wayne.

Art can be taught, but
talent, talent is another matter

altogether, don't you think?

If I can help you further,
don't hesitate to call.

Serious nut.

Excuse me, Wayne.

Jean, Solange.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Jean, listen, I've got
the most incredible idea.

Since I am the one who
discovered Erica Bunch's body,

why don't I do an
exclusive on her murder?

Yes.

Isn't it?

I'll be there.

OK.

Sometimes, Wayne, it is
not enough to be creative.

One must also make
things happen.

[phone ringing]

- Gordon?
- Yeah, it's me.

Where have you been?

I went back to Erica's house.

I'm concerned about
the photographer.

She could come back to haunt us.

She didn't see me.

Look, I don't want to
take any chances, all right?

I want you to go back home.

When the police
get there, this is

what I want you to tell them.

This is your alibi.

I will see you
back at the lab.

I am finished for the day.

I hate to see you this way.

Is it because of her?

No, no, no, of course not.

Isn't there anything I can do?

Come on.

You know I can be really
good at making you

forget the rest of the world.

Why don't we at least try?

Please.

Excuse me.

I'm Sergeant Lorenzo.

This is my partner Sergeant
Lance, Palm Beach PD.

We'd like to ask you
a couple of questions,

but if now's a bad time,
we could come back.

Not at all.

This is my fiancee Miss Hill.

Leslie, honey,
would you ask Arthur

to bring these nice people
something cold to drink?

No, thank you.

Mr. Bunch, this is
a little difficult.

It's about Erica, isn't it?

Well, bad news travels
fast, and these days people

are standing in line to
bring it to me first.

Yes, sir.

Did your wife have any enemies?

Anyone that might have
wanted to see her dead.

That's OK, Sergeant, Erica
was still technically my wife.

The divorce wasn't final.

No, I don't believe she
had an enemy in the world.

Well, she wasn't exactly the
nicest person in the world.

That's true, Leslie,
you're right, but murder.

I don't think I know
anyone who could do that.

Well, I'd heard
that your separation

was less than friendly.

Well, Erica signed
a prenuptial agreement

when we were married and
now with the divorce,

she was trying to contest it.

Sir, where were you say around
5:30, 6:00 AM this morning?

Fishing with my attorney,
my friend Gordon Tully.

He's got a gorgeous big
boat, twin engines, galley.

The Cabaret.

You got a location?

Neptune's Cove.

It is the best kingfish
spot in the entire coast.

How do you do?

I'm Gordon Tully.

I have the exact location
if that's what you want.

Sergeant Lorenzo.

This is my partner
Sergeant Lance.

So why don't you just go ahead
and give us an overall view

of the whole morning.

All right.

We fueled up around 5 o'clock,
we had our lines in the water

about a quarter to 7:00.

Then a little bit before
6:00, I'd say 10 of 6:00,

we received a distress
call from a 40 foot Bertram

that was dead in the water.

We called and relayed
to the Coast Guard.

I'm sure that they
have that in the log,

and then around 9:00, 9:30,
we had really had our fill.

We were back in the
slip before lunch.

Any more questions?

Yeah, you guys catch anything?

Well, despite what Gordon
says about Neptune Cove,

it was a nice boat ride.

Well, I guess that
just about covers it.

It's a shame about Erica.

Despite all the problems
with the divorce,

I really had a fondness for her.

Come on, Gordon,
we already lit

the candles for Saint Erica.

So what, the two of
you didn't get along?

Well, let's just say that I
agree with God's punishment.

I think God had a
little help in this one.

That is a beautiful
ring, isn't it?

My engagement present.

I'd say it's what?

About seven carats?

Eight.

And you can bet that gigantic
rock on Leslie Hill's finger

is not any part of a prenuptial
agreement like Erica's was.

You don't know that, Rita.

It is something that
I feel right here.

I know the type of
woman that she is.

You know, why is it you
when it comes to police work,

I mean, you live and
die by hard evidence,

but when it comes
to emotional stuff,

you just kind of go on a whim.

No, a gut feeling
it's not a whim.

I mean, you solve
cases on a gut feeling.

You buy shoes on a whim.

Do I detect just a little
bit of jealousy involved?

No.

The only thing
involved is dislike.

Ah.

I just never had much
time for women that

go after other women husbands.

Lance, Lorenzo, what's
on the agenda for today?

Well, we were going to
head down to the marina.

We got a couple of people
we need to talk to.

Good.

Some uniforms doing
a door to door,

they turned up a
woman who saw one

of the gardeners tearing
out from the estate

shortly before the
body was found.

When you two get finished
playing with sailboats,

you might want to run that down.

By the way, you two
know a gossip columnists

at The Sentinel, a Solange?

Yeah.

She called, demanded
to speak to you or me.

Really?

She's a photographer actually.

She found Erica Bunch's body.

She wanted to let us know that
her assistant had been mugged.

It seems they smacked
him upside his head,

took his equipment,
his film, everything,

so she won't be delivering those
pictures you were expecting.

OK, thanks, Lieutenant.

Oh, by the way, she's kind
of excitable, isn't she?

- A little.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, a little.

So you think he was
mug for the pictures?

No, I think he was
mugged because he was

some dweeby little
guy with about $10,000

worth of camera equipment
slung over his shoulder.

Perfect target for a crime.

Well, we got all
the crime scene

shots that our photographer
took, so we're covered.

Excuse me, Mr. Peterson?

That depends on
who wants to know.

Sergeant Lorenzo, Palm
Beach Police Department.

What can I do for you?

Well, so the dock master said
that you were a live aboard,

is that correct?

What, am I in
violation of something?

No, absolutely not.

Nothing like that.

I'm just trying to find out were
you on your boat early Thursday

morning?

How early?

Between 6:00, 6:15.

I was here.

Did you happen to
notice if that 50

footer directly across
from you, The Cabaret,

was she in her slip?

It's in and out of
here all the time.

Why don't you go ask the
old bat over in number six?

She's always poking her nose
into everybody else's business.

All right, thanks.

Hi.

You Al?

Sure am.
RITA (VOICEOVER):

Great.
I'm Sergeant Lance.

I spoke with you on the phone.

Oh, yeah, right.

Here it is.

Tully's boat, The Cabaret.

Great.

Yeah, I remember
he was waiting

for me when I opened at 5:00.

64 gallons of diesel number two.

Took on some fresh
bait and soft drinks.

Did he have anyone with him?

Not that I remember.

Of course, it's busy around here
that time in the morning night.

I probably fueled two
or three smaller boats

while he was filling up.

I'm sorry, I just
don't remember.

No, no, that's all right.

How much fuel would he burn
on a trip to Neptune Cove?

Well, let's see.

You know, he came back in right
before I closed for lunch,

and I filled her up.

It was 51 gallons.

3/4 of a tank, that's
about what it would take.

3/4 of a tank.
All right, thanks.

Hello?

Anyone home?

Let's go see if
anybody's at home.

Well, we can't tell from here.

True.

Hey, Chris.

We have you got?

Take a look at this.

Very interesting, huh?

Anything on the waterline?

Yep, it's here stem to stern.

And it's diesel fuel.

All right, here it is.
Here is it, right?

Financially strapped
husband gets

his loyal friend to
helped plan and carry

out troublesome wife's murder.

That's not original,
but in our place.

Onions?

Yes.

Figures.

Well, I mean it
could be easy enough.

You know, I mean,
maybe Tully bought

the fuel before
the murder, right,

so he establishes a time.

Then he goes and he
pays by credit card

to get record of it.

Goes a short
distance out to sea,

he dumps enough fuel
to make it look like he

traveled to the inlet and back.

You check with
the Harbor Patrol?

Uh-huh.

Three fuel slicks that day.

One just a mile from the marina.

What about the call
to the Coast Guard?

Well, that could have been
done from the slip for all

we know.

They scan the ship to
shore frequency looking

for a distress signal,
then they relay it

like they were actually there.

There's no way to tell.

You get my point.

Now see if you can
get my point, right?

Now why is a guy
who was smart enough

to make billions of
dollars so stupid

that he offs his wife while
the whole world is watching

his soap opera divorce?

So maybe he didn't
intend to kill her, right?

Maybe he just
couldn't wait anymore.

Or maybe he just lost his head.

Maybe he didn't do it.

Maybe.

So did you ever check
out the gardener lead?

As a matter of fact, I did.

All right.

I ran all the outdoor help
through the department computer

and one name almost
blew the surface.

Who?

David Allen Ray.

Now this guy, he's got 11
priors for residential burglary.

One for attempted murder.

What do you think
the method used was?

Telephone cord.

David Allen Ray?

David, police officers.

You see anything?

He's going out
the back window.

Police, hold it.

Put it down.

Now.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used

against you in a court of law.

The rest of the staff
had been fired, Mr. Ray.

What were you doing there?

I came back to get
some tools and stuff.

So which is it?

First you said you
borrowed the stuff

and then now you say it's yours.

This a little too tough
for you there, Dave?

No, I brought some
tools from home.

Hm.

Is that OK?

You know what it
sounds like to me?

It sounds like you're
jerking us around.

Does it sound like
that to you, Sergeant?

That's exactly what
it sounds like to me.

And I hope to hell that's
not what you're doing, Ray.

Because with your
previous record

and my partner's
impatience, this could

get seriously ugly for you.

You weren't there to pick
up your tools, were you?

You were stealing the tools.

Bunch owed me for a
couple of weeks work.

He kept giving me this
dodge, I need to go see

his old lady about the money.

She's telling me I
gotta go see him.

I just decided to take some
stuff in trade, you know.

A lawn mower, a couple trimmers.

So Mrs. Bunch caught you
and you had to kill her?

No way, man.

You're coming on
too fast for me.

I didn't do anything like that.

You were seen high balling it
out of there yesterday morning.

Your truck with you droving.

No way.

I didn't kill anybody.

You guys ought to
be investigating

that witch that was having
a catfight with Mrs. bunch

night before last.

Time out, Ray.

You're losing me here.

So who was having the
fight with Miss Bunch?

Her hubby's new
squeeze, Leslie Hill?

I mean, the way they
were going at it,

I figured she'd kill her
before the night was out.

And you're sure it was Leslie?

Yeah, I saw her.

I was looking
through the window.

You know, 10, 15 minutes.

Ray, what were you doing
there if you'd already stolen

the tools yesterday morning?

Well, I got a
load that night too.

I mean, it's a couple
weeks work, guys.

Come on, I mean, that's
a lot of tools, you know?

You wanted to see me?

You didn't get all the film.

I got everything the kid had.

There are breaks in the lot
number sequences, maybe two,

three rolls.

I'll find them.

Do that.

Somebody's life depends on it.

Wipe away your thoughts.

Think only of how you feel.

Separate your body and
give in to my touch.

You are completely
relaxed in my touch.

You feel my touch.

You need my touch.

Just focus in your
thoughts the mountains

of sand, dry, white sand.

Touch them with
your hands, slide

your fingers deep into
them, push against them,

feel them move.

Soft and firm at the same time.

In all that sand, a
single grain, look at it.

Feel it.

Be that tiny piece in
all the other sand.

Rubbing against it.

Moving with it.

One moving thing.

One big mound.

Pieces just alike
moving together.

One moving, rolling, shifting--

I think someone's
here to see you.

We'll come back to
this in a few minutes.

Yes, I was there.

And you and Erica argued.

Erica?

Her real name is Myrtle.

Myrtle Wallace.

Yes, we argued.

She was being unreasonable
about the divorce.

I offered to make
a deal with her.

I offered to pay her off.

She agrees to the divorce,
Ronald marries me,

and I give her exactly
what she wants.

Only later on the QT, including
that damned seven carat

ring of hers.

Only what she wants
is for Ronald to beg,

and that I can't deliver.

Means, motive,
and opportunity.

You had all three
right there, Miss Hill.

I didn't touch her.

She was alive when I left,
and I didn't go back.

Where were you around
5:30, 6:00 the next morning?

I really can't answer that.

The time of the murder and
you can't say where you were?

You should think about it.

I was getting a
massage at my apartment.

At 6 o'clock in the morning?

Yes.

I'll need the name
of your masseur.

Masseuse.

Heidi.

Heidi.

How long has
this been going on?

According to Solange,
the affair has been

going on for several months.

Where the hell have I been?

Traveling in the wrong
circles, I suppose.

The milk's bad.

Uh-huh.

That's terrible.

What?

What is so funny?

This Ronald guy.

I mean, he's getting his
pocket picked for a rock

the size of Gibraltar, right?

All the while she's playing
sisters with the milkmaid.

What do you think they talk
about, you know, after?

Why would you ask me that?

You're a woman.

Well, thank you
for noticing, but I

haven't the slightest idea.

But do you think that it was--

I mean, you know, like,
like how was it for you?

Like that or is it
more introspective,

like intelligent girl talk?

I imagine that they talk about
the same things you talk about.

Well, that, that leaves
out the intelligent talk,

doesn't it?

Yeah, I thought it might.

I can't believe he wouldn't
suspect it was going on.

Yeah, well, some people just
see what they want to see.

What do you think
he'll do if he finds out?

Take the ring back.

At least that.

I mean, I know he's not
going to take it laying down.

Would you?

Once more for old
time's sake, yeah.

I don't even
know why I bother.

[phone ringing]

Yeah, Lorenzo.

Solange?

Look, calm down.

Sh.

No, you've got to call burglary.

They're the ones that are
in charge of break ins.

Uh-huh.

All right, don't touch a thing.

We'll be right there.

What happened?

Somebody broke into her lab.

She thinks she saw the guy.

Sounds like the same one
that mugged her assistant.

And took her pictures
of the Bunch crime scene.

You got it.

We should go over there.

Definitely wasn't a burglary.

Somebody went through
here with a fine tooth comb.

What does that mean?

It means he was
looking for something.

Do you think it was the film
from Erica's murder again?

I thought he already
got that from Wayne?

Well, actually,
no, not all of it.

I had two rolls in my pocket.
- Where are they?

At the processing lab.

You know, why
don't you do it here?

I have no idea how
to work these things.

That's why I have Wayne.

He provides me
technical expertise,

and I enlighten him with
artistic sensibility.

But he wasn't here
when I needed him, so--

Sure.

What are you looking for?

I don't know.

How can you do that?

Look for something when
you don't know what it is?

We are looking for
anything that's out of place,

that doesn't belong there.

Like the killer.

Yeah, that would
be a major plus.

Do you have any
idea who it might be?

Well, we're starting
to narrow it down.

Who do you suspect?

Tell me.

Solange, you are
starting to sound

more and more like a reporter.

You wouldn't be writing
an article on Erica's murder

for The Sentinel
would you, Solange?

Maybe an entree
to a gossip column?

Of course not.

Would I do that?

Would I take advantage of a
friendship for personal gain?

Yeah, you would.

But it doesn't matter anyway
because whatever we're looking

for it's not in these photos.

All right.

Terrific.

Thank you so much.

OK, bye, bye.

Terrific.

We're back to square one.

A neighbor saw
Leslie and Heidi out

on their patio at 6 o'clock.

That's massage
time every morning.

Is he sure it was Leslie?

Yeah.

He got a little breathless
when I asked him that.

Evidently, they were nude.

Oh.

So it takes 16 minutes
plus to get from Leslie's

to Erica's, right?

Even if it only
took seven or eight

minutes to get into the
place and kill Erica

that leaves them out.

So I'm hoping that you
have something better.

The only thing I
got is a big bill

for having these photographs
computer enhanced.

Lieutenant is going
to eat my lunch.

Ouch.

I am glad that this was your
bright idea and not mine.

Yeah, the world's most
expensive way to uncover

hidden sprinkler heads.

And walkways that
have been sodded over.

This is really
good stuff, Chris.

Yeah.

Lots to justify going over
the department budget.

And yet there's
something there.

Did you find anything?

No, let's hang it up.

Yeah.

Yes.

Shouldn't we wait for Solange?

She's off catering the party.

I left word on her machine.

Yeah, she won't mind.

Tell me that she won't mind.

She won't mind.
She won't mind.

Besides, we've got to
get to these negatives.

Oh, no.

Oh.

Listen, guys, we're
really sorry about this.

I had no idea.

Compared to what
I would have done,

that says she's
taking it pretty well.

Next time, could
you call first?

Absolutely.

Bigger than this?

Bigger.

Bigger yet?

Bigger yet.

Now enlarge just the transom.

All right, hold
it right there.

Focus.
Focus.

What's that say?

Cabaret.

Cabaret.

Yes.

Thanks, Wayne.

Yeah?

Yeah, sure, send him in.

You should give
it a rest, Gordon.

You're going to work
yourself to death.

Oh, there's much
too much to do, kiddo.

You know, I don't think you
even realize how big this deal

is that we're putting together.

Do you ever wonder
if it's worth it?

What brings you around?

I came by to tell you that
I'm going to the police.

I'm going to tell
them that I was there.

I didn't kill Erica.

They can't do anything to me.

Oh, yes, they can.

They can pressure you.

They can pressure you
into making a confession.

It's fine.
You're here.

You're now.
You're safe.

It's OK, but listen,
after they spot you.

They can spot you for 8, 10
hours, and I'm telling you

they can get you to say
anything they want you to say.

I'm fed up with the lying.

I can't sleep at night.

Leslie and I have split up.

My whole life is a shambles.

Ronald, Ronald, look.

This deal is real close.

This deal is going
to save the company.

If you're arrested.

It's over.

I mean, we're history.

Maybe it's best this way.

I can't believe I'm
hearing this from you.

Look, Gordon, I just
can't do it anymore.

All right, if you don't
care about yourself,

you think about me.

I'm your friend.

I'm the one who
protected you from people

who tried to ruin you.

I'm not going to
let you do that.

Wait a minute.

What are you talking about?

Tried to ruin me?

Who?

You mean Erica?

Yeah, I mean Erica.

She deserved a lot of things,
but dying wasn't one of them.

She wanted to destroy us.

I did this for us.

No, Gordon, you
did it for you.

Put it down.

Put it down.

Ronald, just put it down.

It is so easy for you, isn't it?

You had billions and
billions and you blew it.

This one, this deal was
supposed to be mine.

It was going to be all mine,
but you couldn't leave it alone,

could you?

No.

You had to screw it up
just like you screwed up

everything else in your life.

OK, Gordon.

We're going to go
for a little ride now.

I'm sorry.

I really am sorry.

OK, they're not
in Tully's office.

And there's no
answer at his home.

The boat.

RITA (VOICEOVER): We
called the Coast Guard

to be on alert for The Cabaret.

If Ronald and Tully
were in this together,

they were probably
heading south.

Gordon, this is crazy.

Let;s just talk this out.

I'll give you half the company,
if that's what you want.

Just draw up the papers.

Gordon, you can run it the
way you want to run it.

I want to retire anyway.

Hell, you already know that.

Ronald.

don't be foolish.

I wish it could be
different, but it can't be.

Now, in about 15 minutes,
we'll be out over the reef.

I'm going to throw in bucket
of chum to bring in the sharks

and that will be that.

Did you get in touch
with the Coast Guard?

They dispatched a vessel
to the area and air patrol

is putting up a chopper now.
- Great.

Tell them to keep
their distance,

there may be guns on board.

He's gone.

Yeah.

A contract is a contract.

You put your name
on a piece of paper,

you should be made
to stick to it.

Come hell or high water?

Come hell or high water.

I don't believe you.

No, prenuptials are not
ordinary contracts, Chris.

I mean, they're unfair to women.

Just as unfair for men.

Show me how.

I mean, if a woman
refuses to sign one,

she is considered a gold digger.

And if she agrees, then
she is bound to that amount

no matter how much she may later
on contribute to her husband's

success, you know?

You make a point.
You make a point.

Yeah.

But it doesn't really
matter though, Leslie

already gave the ring back.

She gave?

It was repossessed by
that jeweler that was

suing Ronald for non-payment.

It's really a shame.

I really hoped to try it on.

Well, you could always try
on the one we found at Tully's.

Part of the stuff he
took from Erica's.

Wow.

You know, I think
I'll just keep the one

that you gave me, thanks.

No, I mean the only
real value in a ring

is the love that it represents.

Without heart, a diamond
is just another rock.

That's nice, Rita.

That's even poetic.

Well, thank you.

You know, of course, if you ever
did want to give me a diamond,

I like them really big.

I'll bet you do.

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